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SHATTERED GLASS

MCU!Peter Parker x GN!Reader

fluff, angst

summary: After stressing over your emotions and your future, you find yourself venting to your local superhero, who just so happens to be an excellent listener.

“I guess I was running from something,”

The eyes of Y/N were almost soulless as they stared into the depths of their coffee. The liquid released an intoxicating smell of warmth and comfort, topped with a satisfactory taste. The bitterness of the coffee blended well with the small sugar cubes that were added in by the lonesome teen, the perfect blend as they preferred it.

Their fingertip trailed around the rim of the cup, thoughts racing like a galloping horse. A sun’s light shined on Y/N’s face, illuminating their serene features that seemed so melancholy. A frown, almost permanent, on their face. A furrowed brow. A slouched posture.

The future was arriving too soon, in their eyes. Only if they had some sort of time machine to stop it all from coming so quickly. They had no plan whatsoever for their future, alas leaving them hopeless. What added to the bitterness of their life was their practically hopeless romance they had trapped themselves into.

Peter Parker. A simple, young boy in their classes. He was smart, achieved good grades and was overall a nice guy. It was no surprise after a few encounters with Peter that Y/N started feeling the butterflies towards him. It first started when they would be way too nervous to even talk to Peter, which surprised the boy. He was usually the nervous one in this scenario. Then, Y/N found themselves admiring every aspect of Peter. The feelings only grew more once they had become good friends.

So, what was it about the boy that was making Y/N so gloomy?

It was the way he looked at her. Michelle Jones, another classmate of Y/N’s. She was known for being sarcastic and witty, to which earned Y/N’s respect. Y/N certainly didn’t hate or dislike MJ one bit, but couldn’t deny the urge to cry every time they saw how Peter reacted around her. His cheeks would flush tulip pink, he would stutter over his words, and his eyes wouldn’t be able to leave her figure.

It was no surprise that one day Y/N simply just-

SMASH!

The sound of glass shattering alerted Y/N, their eyes simply widening. A man, tangled in web, laid squirming on their table. Y/N furrowed their eyebrows, staring down at the coffee that fell on the floor. They may have been sidetracking but they were certain that they were going to drink that. They stared down into their lap, shattered glass leaving small cuts on their exposed skin. Blood slowly trickled down their legs and arms, but not enough to seek immediate medical attention.

Soon enough, the slightly well-known vigilante swung into the café. He briskly webbed the criminal once more, swinging him towards the many police officers who were parked outside of a bank. The masked spider sighed, crouching down on the table the criminal once laid. His eyesight turned, only to see a very familiar face.

Y/N L/N.

Peter Parker felt his cheeks flush at the sight of the teen, however concern slowly rising as he analysed their soulless body. Everyone else who was in the café had ran out to stay out of danger. All except for them. He had no idea what to do, but simply stare at Y/N.

“You owe me a coffee,” they simply stated, staring at the Spider boy. Spider-Man tilted his head, his body turning towards Y/N. They pointed at the shattered white mug with coffee stains on one side of each piece of ceramic debris, with a small puddle of coffee laying on the wooden tiled floor.

“I guess I do,” Spider-Man simply replied as he jumped down from the table. He held out a hand, to which Y/N accepted. He pulled them up out of their seat, helping them to move away from all the glass on the floor.

“Y-You’re bleeding.” Spider-Man stated as he rubbed his thumb onto one of the cuts on Y/N’s arm. They simply stared and chuckled.

“It’s a simple scratch, Spider-Man. I’ll be fine.” They reassured the vigilante. He sighed, placing a hand on their shoulder in relief. Peter hated seeing the reason Y/N was hurt was because of him. He knew he’d have to buy them a bunch of cups of coffee just to make up for it.

“Let me take you home.”

Spider-Man noticed Y/N’s dull expression as they swung through the city. Heck, they didn’t even question how Spider-Man knew Y/N’s address anyways as they arrived at their destination.

“Spider-Man, can I ask you something?” Y/N asked, tilting their head slightly as they were placed down inside their room. Spider-Man simply took in the details of the room before nodding his head.

“Uh, sure.” he smiled underneath the mask, only to realise they couldn’t see it.

“What do I do if I have feelings for someone, but they like someone else?” Y/N asked, sitting down on their bed. Their head hung low, meanwhile Spider-Man analysed their forlorn state.

“That depends. A-Are you okay, though?” Peter asked, worried for his friend. He couldn’t deny that he had romantic feelings for Y/N, some he was scared to admit. He didn’t want to hurt Y/N, getting them involved in his superhero life. But then again he didn’t want to lie to them, so he was in a bit of a pickle.

“No, I don’t think so.” Y/N felt their eyes prick with tears, while Spider-Man sat down on their bed next to them. He gently wrapped an arm around their shoulder, bringing them into a side embrace.

“Why her and not me? Am I not good enough?” Y/N asked, crying into their hands. They hadn’t fully cracked down like this, and to be frank, in front of a superhero was nothing less of embarrassing. But they couldn’t help it. They needed to get it off their shoulders.

“Of course you’re good enough. You’d have to be dumber than dumb to realise that.” Spider-Man reassured. “You’re talented, smart, caring and kind. And if whoever your stressing over can’t see that, then they missed out.”

Y/N had no idea why, but the stranger’s words were oddly comforting.

“Thank you, Spider-Man.” Y/N smiled at the masked teen. He smiled back, but nodded so Y/N didn’t think he was just staring at them.

“Who is it anyways, out of pure curiosity?” Spider-Man sheepishly asked, rubbing his neck. Y/N leaned back onto their bed, wondering if they should tell this superhero who the boy of their dreams was. There was no harm in doing so, right?

“A boy I’m friends with, Peter Parker.”

Hearing his name roll of their lips made his heart skip a beat.

“P-Peter Parker?”

“Mhm,” Y/N hummed, slightly analysing the vigilante. Their eyes widened slightly before their mouth turned to a smirk. They sat up, rubbing a hand on the hero’s chest.

“W-What are you doing?” Spider-Man asked the teen, his flustered state obvious as ever.

“Don’t be so nervous Spider-Man, I’m checking for glass shards.” Y/N replied, pulling a piece of glass from the boy’s chest. He exhaled, staring at the glass piece in Y/N’s hands.

“You should tell him.” He simply stated, staring at the teen. The superhero stood up, heading back towards the window he entered from. “I’m sure he’d like to hear that.” Y/N nodded their head, flicking the glass shard into their bin.

“Then I will,” Y/N smiled. “I won’t lose hope.” Spider-Man nodded his head, placing one leg out of the window while grabbing a hold of the window glass itself. “Remind me that I owe you a coffee.” Spider-Man stated as he pointed at Y/N with every word.

“Then I’ll remind you tomorrow when I tell you how much I love you.”

“I was running back to you.”

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